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They see clouds but never experience them
they pull weeds and till ground but do not plant
crumpled inward behind their prison door, they
listlessly drift, suspicious and fearful of imagined
things that lurk outside their prison door, and
they hide in rooms shuttered against the sun.
They wait fearful and alone in the stifling darkness
and long for the courage to open their prison door
and reveal themselves…to someone.
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